“Judge not, lest ye be judged.”
Now, I’m not going to say I’m perfect on the not judging thing. Far from it. Show me a mom with a baby in one arm and a lit cigarette in the other, and I’m more than likely going to judge.
But it seems like every few months there is a blog post about moms on cell phones that goes viral on Facebook. Moms telling other moms that they are missing out on their children’s childhood because they are using their cell phones.
I have no doubt that there are moms (and dads, but they don’t seem to get judged the way moms do) who ignore their kids to check Facebook or play Candy Crush.
But unless you’re a spy with the NSA, you have absolutely no clue what that mom you are judging is doing on her phone.
The mom on her cell phone in the doctor’s office while her sick kid is crying? Maybe she is trying to find someone to pick up her other children from school since she can’t.
The mom talking on her cell phone in the car (using her hands-free device in many states) instead of talking to her kids? Maybe she is talking to her husband who is in Afghanistan and is only able to call once a month.
It has been said that your children won’t remember your Facebook posts, Instagram pictures, or blog posts. Well, I don’t know about you, but I don’t print out pictures and put them in photo albums like my parents and grandparents did (and no one judged them for toting cameras around saying they were missing out by being behind the camera instead of playing with their kids). My blog IS my album. Heck, I have a 1/3 finished baby book for Trenton and never even got around to buying one for Charlotte, so real albums obviously don’t work for me. My kids love looking at blog posts – especially ones when they were babies. Just like looking back at old photo albums at my parents’ house brings back memories of my childhood, looking at my blog will bring back memories for my kids.
I carry my phone with me everywhere. It is my camera. If I didn’t have it on me, I’d miss out on moments that I wouldn’t want to forget.
My phone is my notepad. There are many times that we are out and about that one of my kids say something really funny. With my phone, I can type it right in so I don’t forget it later.
My phone is how I stay in touch with my family who all live two time zones away.
My phone is my calendar and to-do list.
My phone can lead me in the rosary. It can serve as a jukebox at a moments notice so that we can have an impromptu dance party to stop a fit in its tracks. It gives me pregnancy updates. It is my flashlight.
Yes, I use my phone for Facebook and games too. But don’t assume that because I am on my phone, I am wasting my time and neglecting my kids. And I won’t assume the same of you. Moms have a hard enough job without worrying about other moms judging them.